Professor Dax Willow

(Independent rp Blog) Professor Dax Willow. “A professor lives, at least, in a state of astonishment. Beneath any feeling he has of good or evil of the world, lies a deeper one of wonder at it all.” M!A: none ((X/Y Trades available as well. See "Trade" page for details.))

[sangmer]

     ”No need for help, sir, just make yourself at home.” Siebold urged. He barely cared how settled down Dax was to be, his attention was not on him, nor even his eyes.  He focused on preparing the egg whites, sugar, etc. for the shells. 

                        Her.              So this man had made it a job to look after some girl he saved?   How unnecessary, Siebold thought to himself. Yet of course  Siebold’s thought was influenced by his usual busy nature, too busy to look after anyone, or any Pokemon. Not even if he were do ‘save’ someone who had nowhere else to go. Those sorts of people were the kind that Siebold searched for. Those no one cared for, even if they were to die.     “I see. How lucky this lady must be to have someone like you      to look over her.I could not imagine how it would be if something     were to happen to you,” He thought aloud.

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   Sir? The sudden formality struck him as a little odd but he decided against saying anything. "Alright..." Dax said as he glanced around. Rarely had he been invited to someone's home so he wasn't exactly sure how to "make himself at home" finding a comfortable place to lean against the wall he watched Siebold prepare the macrons.

    "Actually...she's not really all that lucky. Since her parents were scientists and they had run out of test subjects she was thrown into the role. She was the reason I had to go back. I couldn't let them potentially kill an innocent child." He thought about Siebold's words. What if something were to happen to him? Thinking on it he tried to figure out who would even notice.      Of course Eve would notice but it might take a while. Kavi...might care? To be honest he wasn't sure how Kavi felt towards him half the time. The illusion of friendship was there on the witchdoctor's side at least. "Eve is on her own little adventure right now though, she doesn't really need me much. She received her first pokemon not long after we met, I gave it to her actually. I don't really know that it would go that noticed if something happened to me honestly. That's why the scientists chose me to begin with...I'm not someone many would miss. I mean Eve would after she found out...but that's one person...and there's one other but he only says he's looking after me. I don't know if I can really trust him...that's all I have really. Besides my pokemon of course."

[sangmer]

     Siebold chuckled upon the other’s worried words. "I have no reason to believe you are lying. Do not worry over that, Dax." And he had many reasons to believe him. Siebold glanced at the beautifully light-purple haired acquaintance, with a smile. Only to last a moment before fading away and his attention reverting to his duties as a chef. Ingredients and all. Seems like the chocolate macrons would be up.   

  “Yet answer me this, if anything. You don’t plan to settle down in any place in a near future, do you?”  He contemplated the situation of the other. If anything were to happen to this man, not many people would know,let alone care. It must be quite terrible of a life. Siebold could not see himself going under hiding. Yet he keeps his ‘secret’ less of a secret than he should. He was ignorant to trouble with anyone,however. Spoiled as well, he knew not of true fear , such tension was for the weak.

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        It was a relief to say the least to hear him say that he believed him. He gave a small smile in return, happy to know he could trust Siebold with the information he had shared. His anxieties about the situation had deflated and he began to feel comfortable, something he hadn't felt for the longest time. Dax watched as the other began to make the macrons, yet another comfort. "Would you like any help with that?"

        He fell silent upon the question. Did he plan to settle down? Well he certainly wished to settle down...he was tired of running. Tired of hiding. Unlike his friend who had followed him to this region, he didn't believe remaining in one place for to long would be safe. So did he plan on settling down...? "I...I'm not sure...I want to. I really do...but I don't know anywhere that I'd be safe...not to mention I've made it my duty to look after her..."

[sangmer]

      Closing the door once Dax had entered, Siebold turns to stare at the man before him. His intent listening to this story had not faltered. A sort of technology that could manipulate the dreams of humans?  He never heard of such but with how the world is now, it is bound to be a sort of thing, especially with an experiment by scientists. Yet so much so extreme that it came to people being killed from it? Siebold was indeed a bit curious with this .    He simply stood there. For one moment, before he quietly makes way to his kitchen ,to begin his preparation of the promised macrons. He brings out the necessary pots, pans, etc.   

     ”Hoenn, hm?” So this man was from Hoenn. Many people who come down Kalos had come from Hoenn. Yet from what he previously thought of the other region, he expected a beautiful and peaceful region but many of those people come to Kalos, and now hearing of atrocities that happen in such a region?    ”Something like that, though…” He was practically talking to himself, trailing off into an unfinished thought as he takes his mind off the thought.

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        Dax swallowed hard when he finished, finding the silence nerve-wracking. What if Siebold didn't believe him? What if he thought he was crazy? It was a stretch to think someone would believe him so easily, but he had hoped . . . Violet hues remained fixed upon the chef nervously. His words had all been sincere, and he could only hope the other could tell that. When the chef made his way to the kitchen without a word, Dax followed, his heart sinking.          What was he going to do now? He had allowed himself to tell someone the story but they didn't believe him. The last thing Dax wanted was have to try and prove his words, he was terrified to return to that place as much as he longed to return, and to bring another in . . .

        Finally Siebold spoke, his words were few, but it was better than the deafening silence. "Don't get me wrong. Hoenn is a beautiful region. I very much enjoyed it, I was simply unfortunate enough to see the very few dark sides of it . . . Very few actually would know what I'm speaking of. It was very much a secret."         He watched as the chef gathered all the necessary items to make the macrons. Macrons, the one thing Dax had always found comfort in. "I know it sounds hard to believe . . . but what reason would I have to lie to you? I haven't said anything that isn't true. And if you still don't believe me . . . I can seek out my friend in this region and show you that it is true."

[sangmer]

  Siebold’s interested peaked whilst holding the door open for the purple-haired man once the chef entered his home. Even then, however, he held himself close to the door, with a look of possible excitement. The mention of death possibly struck at him. It sounded as if the other was some kind to test subject at a lab. Was this the cause for the other’s fears? Where was this place….      ”What kind of place was it? Was it terrible? I must know what happened.” More or less, he wanted to know where Dax had been, how the environment affected the man.  Affected his body. Siebold would imagine it somehow. A fantasy in his mind of experiments that had the ability to alter the the taste of flesh and even blood, and ultimately making these test subjects such rare delicacies Siebold was not even sure he would share if he were to…capture one of these delicacies.    Non! Siebold could not allow himself to be carried away with being curious, he cleared his throat, and chuckles.     

   ”E-er, apologies for that. I suppose my tongue slipped. Please simply reveal information you are comfortable with releasing. “

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        Dax entered Siebold's home as he held the door open for him, his eyes looking around. This was truly a more extravagant place than he had ever been. It felt strange to realize where he had come from. Back then he would never have imagined to be in a place like this, or another region at that.        The blonde's excitement for his story amused him. He seemed so interested to know what had happened. Now that they were inside, he felt more comfortable to share. "Well . . . the tests they did had to do with something they called 'Lucid Dreaming' or something like that. I was one of their subjects since I was a child. They wanted to use children because they have more imagination than adults. They would have us go to sleep, but we had full control over our surroundings. We were in our own little world that could be manipulated. But they found ways to manipulate it as well from the outside. And discovered that what would happen to us within would happen to our bodies outside. I was their subject for years . . . . it was tame at first, because they were just starting out . . . but then I watched others perish around me because of what they did . . ." His eyes closed for a minute thinking of the other children, he would have died too if it hadn't been for a friend's sacrifice. "I refused to return to that place . . . and then they found a new child to send in . . . I only returned to save her. They set the stage though . . . The Hoenn Museum . . . your mind thinks it is real . . .because it feels real . . . we were inside  of a world of paintings . . . It's hard to explain, but everything there tried to harm us . . . I managed to get out with her, and we fled together here. . . . Which is why I've been seeking somewhere to hide."

        He was silent for several moments before looking back to Siebold, that was the quick summary at least. Dax didn't exactly feel going into details was necessary, not that he probably cared much for them anyway. "There are only a few of us test subjects left . . .  some were actually able to bring their powers of world manipulation out with them, I can't  . . . but a few can. I know one of them."

[sangmer]

      Now Siebold was no gullible man, partially critical with questionable stories .  Yet either way, he was more than obliged to hear the truth or myth the other has to explain.

   ”I shall do nothing but keep an open mind, do not worry over that. Yet not to promise that I will not question anything you have to say.  As one who’s had his share of hearing the oddest stories from individuals, I am a man who never automatically decide whether I believe a tale is  true or not. “       Simply staring down at the clean, carpeted hallway as he walked on, he thought over the words spoken, as if he were given hints slightly on the story already. He’d understand in due time, surely.  Yet he could not help but attempt to decipher these sentences himself.  Seems like the story surrounds Dax saving someone? That was honestly all Siebold could figure out.    He approached his door finally, and slips the card key into its slot.      He pauses.       Hmm, he did not remember if he did clean before doing out today or not. This could be embarrassing if he did not, even if he did not make too much of a mess in his condo in the first place. He exhales, withdrawing the card before twisting the knob of the unlocked door, and it opens.

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        "Though I suppose it is more believable seeing as I have proof . . . I can take others to that place if I truly wanted to prove myself . . . but honestly I don't know if I want to go back even if I know the danger is less evident."

        "I appreciate hearing you say that. Many these days wouldn't be so open to hearing a story and believing it. But I promise not to tell anything that didn't actually happen. I wouldn't lie about this topic." Though he had spoken a little of the topic now and then, he had never shared the full story with anyone prior to this. He supposed it was better late than never to share the tale.         "Funny thing is . . . while I say that I am a Professor, spending my days now researching . . . growing up I was actually the one being studied. Though back then it was fine, it wasn't until they became greedy that people began to die" Dax realized that if he were going to convince himself to share the story he would have to keep speaking of it, but until they were safely within Siebold's home he wouldn't share the brunt of the memories.          He waited patiently behind the blonde as he placed the key card into it's place, this building was much more fancy than anything he had been within before.

[sangmer]

     Now what was this? This fear the other held hurt an adoration he had for paintings? Oh, what a pity, however! Siebold was passionate about art, who happened to frequented a local gallery,also.   Much to Siebold’s hopes, Dax had actually opened up to say he would tell him the story. The chef grins, a seemingly complete change in emotion. 

"Ah, would you really be fine with sharing such a story with me?"    Siebold glances over to the floor number atop the elevator door as it went, then back at Dax. "If this story is indeed unbelievable to others as you suggest, do feel free to share it with me once we get settled into my home and all. I will allow you as much time as you wish to speak any details you want. " He was still trembling, yet lets go of his collar, and whispers.   "Even if it may sound strange…"          With this, the elevator comes to a halt, the door slides opens once more, to a certain floor: the floor the blonde resides on. He leads to exit, and begins to dig in a pocket for his keys.

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        Dax could remember that time clearly. He would spend hours locked away in his small apartment in an attempt to create a masterpiece that may be deemed worthy of being hung in a gallery. But all that changed with his final mission . . .         Noticing Siebold's sudden change he as relieved. Though a worry began to build within him. Surely his story was one the chef would find difficult to believe . . . if he didn't outright believe him to be crazy.

       "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to share, but please . . . keep an open mind. Some parts may be a little hard to believe. Which is why it is a story I hardly share .  . well at least one reason for this."         He nodded and let out a long breath. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to share his story, after all if he wanted to keep hidden, it may be best to share his reasons for this. That is if the other would still be willing to help him after he heard the truth. Without realizing it, his violet gaze had fallen to the floor, raising as soon as the door opened.         As the door opened he thought back once more to those days, and a sudden realization dawned on him. "I wouldn't have this fear . . . if I hadn't felt such a strong need to play the hero. But honestly . . . I think saving her was worth it . . ."

[sangmer]

     ” Understandable and agreeable, sir. As I have yet to discover a flavor I carry a distaste for.” Siebold replied. His own chuckle follows that of Dax’s,  ” Well you surely do seem to be excited a bit for the macrons, at least.”       The grip on his sleeve gave signal to the chef that the other had finally caught sight of the paintings upon the wall.      ” It seems to be quite the serious fear seeing you become so uncomfortable. ” Siebold was not hesitant to begin giving a supportive rub against Dax’s back, to ensure the other it was to be fine. Siebold’s mind was battling with conflicting thoughts at this point. Oh goodness, oh Arceus..     How weak this man is right now! He cowers from mere paintings! Paintings, for Arceus sake! He could easily become a quick target!                   Yet…     This disposition is all too interesting.Romanticizing such terribly peculiar fears, no, not only that; but admiring the ones who possessed them were the sins of this chef! What does the other’s eyes see upon laying them in a gaze to a painting? Simply looking at Dax,  he must have a story that would be almost unbelievable! Oh, simply dying to know of the story was an understatement!

    Siebold ‘s breathing began distorting to become rigid and uneven, his thoughts consuming his emotions, becoming baffled and dumbfounded.     “M-memories, you say? Well..I would prefer to not open such a story which seemed to have scarred you. I apologize, Dax.”  His hand moved away. It was shaking?     This elevator ride was quite the odd one. With this other man, and Siebold gripping at his own collar out of a growing anxiety. What was this? Was his thought getting to him that much? How alien that such a thing would happen to him…

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        "I think it may simply be the fact that if one has a taste for macrons they will find it difficult to find one they dislike." He shrugged, thinking for a moment. "I suppose it is because they are one of the few things I can always find comfort in."         It was embarrassing to say the least to require assistance to walk through a hallway with portraits . . . but there was little he could do about that fact. "Yes . . . I wasn't always afraid of them . . ." A soft laughe scaped his lips. "Actually I used to adore them . . . spending hours in the Hoenn museum admiring the artwork . . . even creating my own paintings, another thing that brought me comfort in those horrid times. But then something happened that changed that . . . though I doubt you'd take much interest in the story." Dax shook his head. "You'd hardly believe me if I tried to tell you."

        Dax opened his eyes, confused to feel the man's hand shaking slightly. Had he said something wrong? "No, no. It's fine. Truly. I suppose it is not the worst to think of my past, in ways it made me stronger . . . There is no need to apologize."         Watching the other Dax felt as though he had doe something to make Siebold uncomfortable, but what? He wasn't quite sure. Instead of asking, he remained silent, simply glancing briefly at the chef out o the corner of his eye as he gripped his collar. Could it be he felt that badly for bringing up the memories?         "Really Siebold, it isn't an issue that you bring up the memories. I would be more willing to share . . . if the events weren't so . . . so . . . " He struggled to think of the words. "So strange . . . most wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain them."

[sangmer]

         Siebold nodded upon the comment.Surely the majority of the others  Dax had tasted did not come from world-famous chefs, hm? Siebold was proud of his culinary skills,almost too proud. His treat-making skills fell right into that as well, and he believed the macrons he plans to prepare will not fail to become the most wondrous of treats the other’s taste buds would have been satisfied by.      ” Indeed everyone has their own style when it comes to the art of food. Also, by the information I’ve gathered, you are quite the—shall I say—connoisseur of macrons.”  Siebold reached for the buttons within the elevator, tapping the number in which was the floor number he resided on.

        The words he had spoken were quite odd for Siebold to say, yet it was the truth after all, he believed Dax was so much into this particular food. Whether it be the fact it was a sort of dessert, or the fact it was simply food, was to give no different effect to his interest towards the other. What sort of interest was that of even Siebold ponder on, for in fact had a certain goal for even offering to take the other to his home, but by now possibly decided against this certain plan. Siebold was too attracted to a few things of the other. First being the similar interests the two shared. Second was the odd attire, though he usually was displeased for terrible fashion sense, something about that coat, perhaps? Finally, the most common attribute Siebold was attracted to in humans, the fact he had not had a literal bite of the other yet, quite suspenseful.

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         Dax was, excited to say the least to be able to taste macrons made by an actual chef. Not to say the ones he had sampled in the past, made by himself or friends weren't good, but this would truly be an experience. Macrons were the one thing that always calmed him down, even when he was in . . . that place.         "Honestly I have yet to find any sort of macron I didn't enjoy. Every style brings it's own reward." A faint blush crossed his face. "I wouldn't exactly say connoisseur . . . I've simply developed a taste for the treats." He scratched the back of his head laughing softly.

          As they approached the elevator, his eyes began to wander . . . noticing the paintings on the walls he shuddered. Flashbacks to past events began to flood into his mind. Not wanting to recall those horrible memories, Dax closed his eyes, clutching the blonde's sleeve. "S-Sorry . . . but I can't allow myself to look at the portraits . . .they bring back memories . . . "

[sangmer]

     Upon entering the lobby, Siebold kept close to the other, as he knew there were in fact a generous amount of images in frames along these walls.    That sort of Kalosian feel from decorations sure were sent in a vibe even up to the elevators. However, Siebold was determined to avoid the tension that was lost moments before.      ”That is quite wonderful to hear.    Also, I assure you the macrons that shall be made will be of top quality, as I do in fact use the best ingredients from regions near and far. You are in for quite the treat.” He chuckles a bit after the words he had spoken. Though there was nothing too funny of what he had said.

[professordaxwillow]

         When they entered the building Dax made sure to keep his violet eyes fixed upon Siebold. With all luck he wouldn't notice the portraits at all. He noticed after a moment how close the blonde was to him, perhaps it had been in an attempt to comfort him. It was always more comforting to have one beside you in time of high emotional stress. And for the time, Dax managed not to notice the portraits.       "I look forward to trying them. I've noticed that everyone has their own ways of making them and . . .well at least i can taste the differences." Dax smiled, scratching the back of his head. was it weird to be able to taste differences in people's  cooking? Even if they used the same recipe?

[sangmer]

        Siebold was fairly sure that even he would not have the pride and honor of having knowledge of tasting ever flavor of macron. This is because even thinking one might have tried every macron, a new discovery of a new flavor is to be made all the time. So holding a title of one who has tasted many,many flavors was simply enough.      Oh, with all this talk of such delicious treats had passed a generous amount of time, as hey were now approaching the building in which Siebold resides in. One of the taller of buildings within the city, also the more luxurious of buildings. A condominium, it was.

     ” I believe I have materials for raspberry, chocolate, and vanilla macrons. I hope that’s alright with you.” He practically already knew the answer, yet he simply did not want the atmosphere to keep silent.

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         Talking of macrons had all but made Dax forget about his fears, of the portraits he would be faced with. Maybe if he could focus on just the thought of macrons he would be alright. At least he could hope this would be the case. It wasn't often he wandered into the large city. His eyes looked around as he followed, there was still much about this region he was yet to discover.           When they came up to the blonde's home he stared at it for a moment, certainly much more than he ever dreamed of having. Siebold must truly be successful if he can afford a place such as this. 

           The continuing talk of macrons made him smile. "A macron is a macron despite the flavor. Of course that is more than alright."

[sangmer]

      Siebold thought upon the question for a moment. A particular flavor…  Now as a fanatic of the foods originating in this region, he almost never allows himself  to take a liking to one food over another, the same with flavors of the food unless it was completely vile. Macrons were no different, as he loved these as much as any other dessert, no matter the flavor.       “Goodness, I can barely say, as I like all flavors as well. Yet if I had to choose, definitely salted caramel, hm.”

      Siebold had quite a few flavors of macrons his lifetime, so it was all too difficult to even think his answer was a lie or not. Every flavor almost had unique tastes to them, which was a reason why it was difficult for him to serve macrons in his restaurant — he wanted to pick only a few flavors to be avaliable, but a wide variety to pick from.         At least it would be easier to decide what flavor macrons to make at home, as materials to create the treats were limited to only a few flavors.

[professordaxwillow]

     The man had seemed like one who had an interest in food, especially with the mention of his restaurant. He wondered what his answer would be, and ow many types of macrons he had been able to try. Dax himself had tried a fair amount, and yet he knew there were plenty he hadn't tried. Macrons always cheered Dax up and comforted him. He wasn't sure why, but something about the delicious treats always lifted his spirits.

      "Caramel eh? They are delicious. I can't say I've tried too many flavors honestly, but one day maybe I'll have tried them all." There were few things that Dax truly wanted, but tasting every kind of macron was certainly on the list.

[professordaxwillow]

Ooc: please?

(( Maybe. > . > ))

[professordaxwillow]

OOC: Bored and I wanna know!

(( Psh. Bored isn’t a good enough reason. > . > ))

[sangmer]

@ (( Too late for this...? ))

Send me a @ and I'll sketch your muse.

[[Nope! Here’s a Dax-ey in a turtle neck sweater for ya’!]]

[[Huh? Was I trying to draw macrons on it for a minute? Nooo…eheh;]]

[professordaxwillow]

Ooc: You got a girlfriend/and/or/boyfriend??

(( Why do you ask? >///>? ))

[professordaxwillow]

HE LIKES HUMAN FLAVOR MACARONS!

"E-Eh?! N-No I don’t!"

"I know someone that does … and he’s tried to make me try it but I would never!!"

[sangmer]

    Siebold could feel some tension fuming from the other behind him. The final thing Siebold wanted to seem to the other was suspicious or intimidating, so he would do what he could to win trust from this man. Now what was he to do in order to achieve such a thing from a, acquaintance? For the love of Arceus, he has done such things as this numerous times for all reasons that came down to being the same in the end. Why was he pondering so unnecessarily? He should basically be a professional by now, when it came down to making those from ‘friends’ to strangers comfortable with him.      He turns his head slightly, with his unwavering grin on his face, soft and calm. Casual conversation is always a start.

   ” So tell me, sir. What flavor of macrons do you favor most?”

[professordaxwillow]

            Dax continued to think of how he could abandon his fears just for the night, but how could he just forget he was afraid of portraits.... To say it was a lot easier than to do it. But he didn't want to disappoint Siebold, he wanted to make friends with the blonde. Why did it have to be portraits he was afraid of...why not something else? Something most wouldn't have in their homes...

              He looked up just as the male looked back to him, listening to what he had to say. Macrons? Oh yes, that is what they had been after in the first place! Macrons! Yes! That would surely keep his mind off of his fears.

             "I adore every type of macron, I can't exactly say I have a favorite. Do you particularly enjoy the taste of any flavor?"